A Free Peek, Compliments Of The Sun

Me: What do you think of my outfit? (While wearing white button up dress)

First-class Husband: (Genuine response, not automated)I really like it. It looks amazing. We have to leave in 5 min. if we want to make the 2:30 session.

Me: Really, is it too see-through?

First-class Husband: Umm… well… I can see your garment line and your bra.

Me: Like how much? What about now? (Attempting to conceal chest with arms and walk sideways)

Me: Ugh, that’s what I was afraid of. But it’s 175°F outside and I don’t want to wear a camisole.

First-class Husband: OK, then let’s go. (pondering about what the heck a camisole is)

Me: What about from the back. What can you see there?

First-class Husband: Again, I can I can see your bra- pretty visible. It’s a WHITE dress. But, I really like it.

10 minutes later still standing in front of the mirror experimenting with different angles, and venturing outside to see it in natural light.

First-class Husband: Just wear something underneath.

Me: It’s 500 degrees outside. I don’t want to add another layer. In fact, my bra is pushin’ it.

10 minutes later in the closet with the dress around my head trying to get it out, with sweat forming a lagoon at the base of my bra.

First-class Husband: Well, now I can REALLY see everything. What are your doing now?

Me: Well, It’s too see-through and it’s a million degrees outside I want to change.

First-class Husband: (despairingly and annoyed) No! I really like the dress. Let’s go.

Me: (While staring at a string of dresses too hot for my liking, feeling defeated) But you said…

First-class Husband: let me see it again…

Repeat entire conversation

First-class Husband: I really think it’s ok. Let’s go.

Me: (Hot and exasperated) Oh well, Fine! I guess the public gets a free peek at the goods…

First-class Husband: That's the spirit.